sunday morning in bed

i woke up from a naughty dream, i do wish i could remember who or what it was about. i do remember that delicious feeling of my morning wood. and today it was hard and proud. if i had to describe it as a real tree, it would be the mighty oak today.

i rolled on my back, looked down and just admired it. flexing my muscles and making it twitch up and down. feeling it from the base up to the crown of the head. i am amazed when it gets this hard and yet the right touch can make it
flex and expand a litle more. i stroke it, twisting my hand as it goes up and down the length. i can hear your soft breath, you sucking in as your fingers touch your pussy. a slew of naughty words from my mouth
and your breath becomes more ragged. i silently grunt and jerk, slow and hard. in my mind i can hear the buzz of your vibrator in the background and the gasp in your breath as it touches your sex. i
squeeze out a little lotion, rubbing it over my cock,making it slick, just like your pussy would if i could fuck it. i pick up the pace, feeling my sac, feeling it pull up against my crotch. jerking harder
and faster, i can hear your ragged breath, whispers of “fuck me” escape your mouth. i hear your moans and groans, as today all i can do is silently grunt in my head, wanting to cry out. the faster i tug,
the words race through my head that i want to spill out to you – how i want to fuck you, what that pretty pussy is like, what a naughty little slut you are, how i will fill you with my come. i can feel the
come start to move through me. the head of my cock is sensitive. that time where i could make it last a little longer, but i haven’t come in days and i need to today. i wait until i can hear you tell me to “come
with me, come with me”. with a barely audible whimper, i jerk my cock, my legs spread, and play with my balls, squeezing them to make sure i get every bit of come. i look down to watch the come fly out of me and
land on my stomache. i can feel my come making its way out of me. my muscles around my cock flexing forcing out the first spurt, then a second and third, until it is dribbling on my pubic hair. i keep on
jerking my overly senstive cock, thinking about how if it were in you, you would flex those pussy muscles and keep me hard. i slow play with myself as i drag my finger through the sticky, warm, and stringy come. slowly i write your intials in it. when done with the last letter, i take a bit on my finger tip and taste it, mmmm a little salty and there is something else, but i have never been able to fully describe the taste, but so good.

then as they say all good things must come to an end as i hear the wife creaking up the stairs to take her shower.

practice makes perfect

as from the last post, you can see how well my little sweetpea treats me. she is such a doll, daddy’s little fuckdoll.

after we first met, she brought up how she wanted to learn how to suck cock. how did she put it to me “i want to be the best cocksucker daddy has ever had. will you teach me?” well, how could i turn down a request to education such an eager student.

i can still see her the first time she blew me. sweetpea eargerly snatched my cock from my jeans. tugging at it, getting it hard. slurping and licking up and down the shaft, but barely taking the head in her mouth. i watched as her head bobbed up and down on me. gagging as she suddenly tried to take all of me down her throat. her tongue barely moved and instead of nibbling on my cock, it was as if she was chewing on my dick. she was taken off gaurd how hard i came in her mouth, shooting down her throat and she choked on it a little. she wasn’t the best, but she showed a lot of potentional and an eargerness i have not seen in many girls. since then she has listened and done just as i have instructed her. she is well on her way to be the best little cocksucker daddy has ever experienced.

now i love to watch her kneel before me as she teases me hard with her nails grazing my thighs and kisses up my shaft. her tongue flicking and dancing over my taut flesh. i feel her soft hands cup my sac, gently massaging my balls back and forth. lingering licks make my cock glisten in the light of the room. just as i tease her pussy by slowly easing my cock in, she teases her lips down the length of my dick. her tongue washing over every inch. her hands work both the lower part of my cock and my balls. i wink at her and she places her hands on my hips, only touching me with me mouth now. her teeth graze over the crown of my cockhead, it makes me shudder everytime she does that. finally she work my whole cock in her mouth. i can feel it enter her throat and while she can take it all down, it still makes her gag each time. it almost makes me come as i feel her throat constrict around my cock and hearing the choking sound. i grab her ears and hold her head so she can’t pull away. i hold it there feeling her muscles working until i see a tear run down her cheek. i pull my hands away to bursh her tears. she leans back but never very far. i watch as the viscuos spit from her throat strings from her lips to my penis. she catches her breath and then goes back to working on my cock, trying to suck the come out of me. her fingers sqeeze at my testes and a finger brushes against my asshole.

depending on my mood and how good she has been depends on whether i will come in her mouth or over her face. she loves to eat my come, to lick any drop that escapes the grip of her lips. so if she has been a good little sweetpea, she gets a mouthful to savor like a fine chocolate. if she has been a naughty sweetpea, i come all over her hair and face. letting my come run down her flesh, but not allowing her to taste any of me. not only next time after she has redeemed herself.

since then, she takes every oppurtunity she can to unbutton my jeans and suck my cock. and i never discourage her, but encourage such actions. and it can be anytime watching tv, driving out to a date, during a movie, or waking me up in the morning. if she keeps up this pace, she is going to spoil me for every other woman who tries to give me a blowjob. it is like i have told her from that first blowjob, practice makes perfect.

Shhh Daddy sleeps

i am being very sneaky since Daddy is fast asleep. i plan on surprising him when he wakes up for work with a nice blowjob because i have seen how hard he gets in the morning. he has the kind of cock that a girl would love to gag on and he enjoys it more when i gag and my eyes water. i love leaving my slutty red lip stick around his cock. that way he will go to work with a bit of me on him.

daddy’s little sweetpea – part 3

i collapse next to my little baby fuckdoll, my precious sweetpea. i can feel our breath and hearbeats begin to slow down and almost sync with one another.

i glance over at the clock and see how late it is. “come on honeybuns, we need to get cleaned up” i tell her.

“but” i hear her start in protest.

“don’t give me any shit sweetpea; not now, we have reservations for dinner and need to get cleaned up.”

i look down and soak up the image of her cum stained body. some still wet and sticky, some on her thighs and tummy dried. the smell in the room is intoxicating, but know we need to have an ounce of decorum in public. so both of us protesting we get into the steaming shower.

i memorized each part of her body as i lather my hands and gently wash off our exploits from the day so far. washing and feeling her tits to the point of getting her aroused again. washing off her pretty smooth cunt. taking my time feeling the handfulls of hair as i wash her hair for me. then she starts to wash me. being sure to find every crevise on my body. there is something so erotic about grooming one another, as if to further learn more about the other.

once out i help her pick out her outfit for the evening. a low-cut blouse, push up bra, a modest skirt not too short, but nothing past her knees, pink lacy panties, black thigh-high stocking and some smoking heels. i watch her as she gets dressed. and she doesn’t mearly get dressed, but puts on a show for me. i swear the little bitch knows how to fuck with my mind more then any other women. she knows we don’t have time to stop and fuck, but she will remind me of what is waiting; of what she has.

that is ok – it can work both ways and i have my own ideas to pay her back for this little show. i smirk just thinking about my lovely little sweetpea.

as a finishing touch I ask her to put her hair in pig tails, i brought some pink ribbons to top it all off. god damn, as much as i want to bend her over and fuck my little sweetpea right here and now, i also want to show her off. she is daddy beautiful, sexy, little sweetpea.

we head down the lobby and pick up a cab.

as soon as we get in the backseat, she swings her legs over mine. half sitting on my lap and half sitting on the seat. as she plays with my hair she is also blowing kisses to the handsome forgeiner driving the cab. i watch his eyes as they dart back and forth from her to me. i watch as she licks her lips in her seductive way and then runs her tongue over my ear, breathing deeply.

“daddy where are we going for dinner?” she asks in a coy tone of voice.

i can only smile as i see his expression drop into shock or it is amazment.

“well sweetpea, you have been a good little girl so far today, so someplace special” i respond as i turn and kiss her on her full, red lips. my hand slips up her skirt and feels her crotch. her panties are damp already. i watch as her eyes close and a quiet groan espaces from her parted lips. her heads falls on my shoulder.

the driver barely keeps his eyes on the road, but thankfully the trip is quick and we arrive in a few minutes.

i reserved a semi-private table. i like to show off my little girl and see the reactions of the other men and their dates or wives.

the wine and appetizers arrive. at first the waiter gave us no notice, just going about doing his job. but after catching us during a couple of deep kisses and fumbling gropes, he starts to give us the odd look and disapproving eye roll. the table caddy corner to us sits an older couple. while the lady seems disgusted and refuses to look over at us since the fist glance, the man cannot keep his eyes off of us. truthfully he can’t keep his eyes off of sweetpea. every now and again i watch and chuckle as his wife catches him and slaps his arm and scolds him.

i lean over to my little lover and whisper in her ear, ending my sentence with a flick of my tongue and a deep hot breath in her ear. i turn my head towards her and see her biting her lips with those dark pouty eyes. she slides out of her seat and disappears for several minutes.

when she gets back she has a smile on her face and flush look on her exposed chest. i watch the old man still watching us intently. i watch them just as close, my concentration broken my the squeeze of her hand on the crotch of my pants. i look down to see her pretty, pink lacy panties in her hand. i reach down, envolpe her hand and sqeezing hers a little harder down on my stiff cock.

“excuse me for a minute, i need to use the restroom darling”

“ok daddy” shes says loud enough where the older couple both turn their heads and look over at us. both of them with blank, glazed looks on their faces.

i get up and start to walk towards the restroom. i pull my hand from my jacket pocket and can smell the hint of her sex on my fingers. at the same time i can feel my cock stiffen. i quickly put my hand in my slacks pocket and hold my cock against my thigh. as proud as i am of my cock, this is not the place to be showing off, or is it?

i get in the restroom and none too soon as I can feel my cock harden to its fullness. i enter and stall, lock the door and unzip my pants. i take her panties out of my pocket and bring them up to my face and inhale deeply and start to stroke myself. i close my eyes, smelling her sweet little pussy and thinking back to watching her bring herself to her orgasm. thinking about the orgasm i told her to go and have in the bathroom. the panties are slightly sticky and smell like heaven. i jerk harder, the only thing i want right now is to come. i can feel my balls boil and tighen crawl up in me. i rub my fingers over the soft cotton crotch of her panties, yanking them up to my nose, inhaling deeply as i wrap her panties around my cock. stroking it with the soft feel of the silk. with a silent groan i come in her panties. i look down and can’t tell which wet spot is hers or mine. i clean myself off with them and put them back in my pocket.

i flush the john and open the door to see the old man standing at a urinal. lost in my own fantasy world i don’t even hear as he entered the room. i wash my hands, and start to dry them as he comes over and does the same. general stupid small talk is made. with an evil grin on my face, i bump into him stuffing the come cover panties into his suite pocket.

i exit the restroom and head back to the table. i slide back in next to my little honeybuns. grinning my wicked grin at her. she smiles a confused smile at me. enteries are there so we start to eat dinner. she keeps on nudging me as to what was going on, but i don’t let on. every now and again, my hand drifts under the table and under her skirt to feel her dripping pussy. i wiggle my finger up and down her slit making her even more wet and her eyes close.

as we order desert, the old couple gets up to leave. before they do, the old man approaches our table leaning over and whispering to us

“thank you. you have made a dirty old man very happy tonight” and he leaves with his wife. her giving him a disapproving look all the way out the door.

i look over and smile at her and her hand dips into my pocket. then with a wicked grin of her own, she asks “you didn’t?”

“i did” with a double-wicked grin.

as we get up to leave after desert i have my hand on the small of her back, escorting her out. i look down to see the wet spot on her skirt from where she was sitting. just when i thought i couldn’t smile any bigger, i do.